Autum Foster

Biography of Autum Foster

I am eighteen years old.
There are many things in life, that I enjoy, such as; motorbikes, reading a good book, art, music, as well as much, much more.
I'm not entirely sure what to put in here, I mean, I know it's supposed to enable you to get an idea of the personality behind the poem, but as for now I don't see how I'm helping haha.
I know I'm young, but please, don't let that cast your judgement on me, I may only be seventeen years in face, and I am still very much a child, but I am also very much an adult, in both moral and heart.
Writing poems, to me, is a passion, a hobby and a confident way to express inner confused and mixed emotions, sometimes, they can help you to solve your inner most termoil, but they can also just deepen the confusion and uncertanty.
I am a very opinionated person, I express my opions where needed and where possible, we were all born different for a reason, so if we just follow someone elses opinion, then surely we are defying the purpose 'God' put us here for?
I'm not a religious person, just a deep thinker. I like to consider every possible angle of something, some say (and they would most likely be right) that I think too much. I'll take nothing at face value. There is always and underlying reason or agenda behind something.
I am an active member of the Socialist Worker Party, we are a revoluntionary party fighting for the working man.
In life, I used to have so many aspirations, to be a lawyer, a SOCO, you name it, I wanted to be it in the last four years, or so, but now, I have finally decided what it is that I want to do, I aspire and intend to gain a doctorate in criminology, then to become a criminal profiler. Providing that fails I aim to be a musician, well I am a musican, but I'd like to take it further.
Musically, I have a very wide spead tase, from classical to punk, from Mozart to The King Blues. I also love The Pet Shop Boys and Alkaline Trio, as well as She Wants Revenge and many others.
I guess the aim of this was tell you a little about myself, I hope I have achieved this, if you would like to know anything about me, please click the [message poet] tab and ask away :)
Thankyou for reading, in the event that you made it all the way to the bottom, I would like to congratulate you :)

Autum Foster's Works:

Great Minds - Vol II - I am what I am

Autum Foster Poems

Broken Girl
She will always be a broken girl,
She hears the plates and vases hurl,
She waits for the moment to pass,
She takes a count of all that she has,

You'Re All The Same
Really, I know, inside my heart,
Where to stop and when to start,
Sometimes our decisions cause so much pain,
Mostly, our decisions are made in vein,

Drunken Mistakes
Friday night soon, what can I say?
I hope he comes, and want's to stay,
Going to get drunk, pass out on the floor,
Give him what he wants, he'll be begging for more,

It's Tearing Me Appart
I can't even begin to show,
And never will I let you know,
How I really feel for you,
It's tearing me appart,

Confusion: To Say The Least
Although I think you'll break my heart,
I know you'll tear my life appart,
For you, I'll shead a single tear,
It was you, who taught my heart to fear,

If Only...
If only you knew,
How I felt for you,
If only you felt it too,
Maybe in some other place,

Here We Go Again
Just when I accept the fact we were never going to speak again,
I could deal with that,
You pop up, my tries in vein,
Falling in love, this really is lame,

It Breaks My Heart
It breaks my heart, everytime,
With every word, with every rhyme,
This life I live, it's all a lie,
What's inside, began to die,

Every Glance And Look My Way
I don't think I can let you know,
How far I'm willing to go,
To show you just how much you mean,
When somethimes you don't even see,

The Blood She Bled
The blood she bled, was red and true,
The blood she bled, was bled for you,
She's in such a state as she holds the knife,
She's aiming to end her dreadful life,

Left Behind.
Alone again I find myself,
Left again, upon the shelf,
I'll always be second best,
I'm nothing in comparison with the rest,

Daddy's Little Girl
A fartherly figure my young life did lack,
Now for some reason, you thought you'd come back,
Tell me the truth, daddy, do you even care?
Tell me the truth, daddy, why were you never there?

Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder id it's true,
All the things he says about you,
He tries to convince me in so many ways,
But in the end it just hurts, with all that he says,

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Drunken Mistakes

Friday night soon, what can I say? I hope he comes, and want's to stay, Going to get drunk, pass out on the floor, Give him what he wants, he'll be begging for more, I want him to kiss me and hold me tight, I want him to be mine, just for one night, Glass in my hand, vodka to the brim, He looks so good through drunked eyes, So this is what it takes to make him realise?